to a silken reverberation
i entrust my rope. to its coursing
unwieldy body,
ephemerous

almost kind

i listened for the drums when i was six or the raveling flute
and honey in my mouth

Read the rest on The Shade Journal’s website.

Amrita Chakraborty

Writer, editor, & pasta enthusiast. Work in Winter Tangerine, Glass Poetry, etc. On staff at The Brown Orient & Half Mystic.

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